Every August, one of the theaters here does Sneak Peek Week to preview the upcoming season. It’s a bit of a misnomer, because you really don’t have to sneak in and hide behind the seats or anything, you can just watch. “Peek” is closer, but that suggests you have to watch through a window or through your fingers. Finally, it’s not a week. But it rhymes, so fine. I understand that “Watch Excerpt 4-Days” might not have the same sizzle for the steak they’re selling.
Anyway, it’s like it sounds – a scene from each play from the season is done amidst extensive soliciting for people to buy season tickets, or just a ticket, or hey, mister, that’s a nice watch; can we have it? It’s all in good spirits – the scenes are blocked out minimally, most of them aren’t memorized. I agreed to be in one of the scenes: a play spoofing Hitchcock, who I love.
(Side note: hey! Did everyone see that Vertigo has replaced Citizen Kane at the top of Sight & Sound’s “greatest films” list? Didn’t that just blow your mind? No? You don’t know what I’m talking about? Oh. I see. Very well. Moving on.)
Turns out the play is modeled after Rear Window, but besides that it just rather, well, bluntly spoofs Hitchcock by cramming in the titles of his movies. “Come on! It’s not far, it’s only 39 steps away!” or “Who lives in that apartment over there, the one with the torn curtain?” Stuff like that. Also it’s a murder mystery with 7 characters – the 2 couples who think they witness a murder, the guy they think committed murder, the cop, and 1 other character. Can you solve this labyrinth of a Rubik’s cube of a Rube Goldberg device?
Well, long story short, now instead of 1, I’m in 3 scenes, which is waaaaay more than I’d hoped, but there kept being crises, and someone would ask me, and they’d give my the puppy dog eyes, and it seemed like, oh fine, I’m here anyway… I emailed a friend who’s an actor here about agreeing to be in three and he replied, simply, “Sucker.”
All this is a long, roundabout way to say that the jigsaw puzzle we were working on – which only has hard parts remaining – is now being worked on exclusively by my wife while I’m at the performances. It’s like I’ve been demoted. But I can live with that. I have no shortage of hobbies to make me feel lame.
Which, of course, brings us to your lame hobbies! It was really tough compiling finalists for “what’s your lamest hobby?” because, well, if you’re winning it sounds like you’re losing. A couple people mentioned blogging, which is simultaneously perfect, and wildly depressing. But each of these hobbies makes me like the person all the more, so I hope it goes without saying that I come to applaud your hobbies.
So here’s a few finalists to look at. Think it over, and vote for whom you think has the most awesome lame hobby.